I grew up like a neglected weed - ignorant of liberty, having no experience of it.

I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. There was such a glory over everything. The sun came up like gold through the trees, and over the fields, and I felt like I was in heaven.

I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person.

I had crossed de line of which I had so long been dreaming. I was free; but dere was no one to welcome me to de land of freedom, I was a stranger in a strange land.

Lord, I'm going to hold steady on to You and You've got to see me through.

The Lord who told me to take care of my people meant me to do it just as long as I live, and so I did what he told me.

I grew up like a neglected weed - ignorant of liberty, having no experience of it.